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COURAGE in LOVE.
My Eyes with Floods of Tears o'erflow,
My Bosom heaves with constant Woe;
Those Eyes, which thy Unkindness swells,
That Bosom, where thy Image dwells!
My Bosom heaves with constant Woe;
Those Eyes, which thy Unkindness swells,
That Bosom, where thy Image dwells!
How could I hope so weak a Flame
Could ever warm that matchless Dame,
When none Elysium must behold,
Without a radiant Bough of Gold!
'Tis hers, in Spheres to shine,
At distance to admire, is mine:
Could ever warm that matchless Dame,
When none Elysium must behold,
Without a radiant Bough of Gold!
'Tis hers, in Spheres to shine,
At distance to admire, is mine:
Doom'd,